a flowered grin in a corporate hallway
leaves a scent of fractured profits,
her cracked smile a scarecrow of grief
beneath the tall ordered pylons.
following would be a certain death of hours:
better to lounge beneath these ferns,
fathoming green upholstered patterns.
Saturday, February 14, 2009
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